With their hands on the bottle (Private CPK)

Thu Dec 19, 2013 6:59 am

Artist: Hellsing ost Ruins - Song: The Japanese Alphabet Road With Chinese Bellflower's Sweet Smell - Word Count: 1036

The burn as it runs down the throat, the solitude he sought always to far away so until he crushed it all he would never truly be alone.

Wolf sat his eye gazing into the depths of the cup lying within his hand, the brown tinged liquid seeming to reflect back everything that touched the surface. And in wolfs eye all he saw in this reflective was his soul, death filling every inch of it every last portion riddled with destruction. As he drew the glass to his lips letting the entire glass full of alcohol slide down letting not a drop fall from his mouth the man finished it without a single worry. But it seemed as he slammed the glass onto the table signaling another drink the patrons of his favorite little bar were less than impressed. The red haired man you see had created a little name for himself among everyone here, if these men by now didn't know of the 8th divisions captain they were literally living under a rock. One of the most destructive captains to date caring little for anything and giving no shits for life he was a man ready to kill someone for little to no reason..... he was a well known monster.

Wolf never really meant to leave this appeal on people but his general attitude of trying to find a good fight left others with the impression. And as the man sat his hand resting on the glass in front of him waiting for the bar maid to fetch him his next drink, what wolf didn't expect though was what was to happen next. For you see the massive patron now walking to the back of Wolf intent on stopping the ruthless drunk who'd managed to spend his entire last 6 hours here drinking was in for a treat. As his hand came to rest on Wolfs shoulder his idea of grabbing him and throwing him to the curb was cut short... and that wasn't the only thing cut short. the mans arm severed from the shoulder in a second, a sort of black spike rising through the ground ripping it off letting him bleed. At this point wolf however was only just beginning to move as the screaming man was reeling back screaming trying to clench his gaping wound and stop the blood flow. In this chaos, patrons screaming trying to get away from the large cussing yelling man, some trying to help the man out a few of the customers even running for their lives out of the bar, Wolf though he simply reached over the bar grabbing one of the large bottles of bourbon.

With a simple look back the darkness of Wolfs soul was truly on show anyone who saw the man would know the stories of him being just another monster were dead set true. A large devilish smile sitting on his face, one that had lay there since the start of this quarrel, Wolf was enjoying this little showing after all someone having the balls to try and fight him was unusual to say the least and now as he walked over crouching next to the big man his one eye staring down at him with a bit of hope in it. Pulling a packet of smokes from his pocket the man pulled one lighting it up before offering one to the beast he'd just mutilated, but when the man didn't take it Wolf could only shrug before placing it back into his pocket. With a bit of a puff on his cigarette he would let the smoke fall into the big mans face, the beast going unbelievably silent as wolf began to speak

Bud you really fucked up this time, maybe when ya get stronger you could try again? But for now that missing arms going to serve as a big ass reminder of what happens when you try parting a man with his alcohol, take his big ass to 4th division. BUT, you tell the healers if they fix that arm .... i'll personally come sever everyone of their heads.

Almost like a maniac Wolf began bursting into laughter, as if his words were some of the funniest shit he'd ever heard. As he reached the bar the man would proceed to sit on his stool and throw his legs up onto the wooden bar in front of him. Wolf would then begin taking the smoke from his mouth letting another puff rise into the air followed by him gulping down a large portion of his bottle of grog. With that though the people in the bar began scrambling the giant to his feet dragging him out the doorway and off to the 4th division. The captain of the 8th had seemingly caused himself a little trouble today but as he sat the demon like smile still on his face it was obvious ... he gave very little shits about what happened.

Fri Dec 20, 2013 1:10 am

What a monotonous day, full of mundane tasks that she had done five hundred times over if not more. Her tasks became more and more dull as she repeated them each day, she would sweep the quarters. Then continue to go out into the courtyard where she would sweep the grass, yes the grass. After this she would do a list of tedious little projects that her Captain would want done. Her feelings toward her captain that she once respected had gone out the window about twenty years after she had joined the squad. However, she had never made any effort to change things as that just wasn't her persona. She spent each day just trying to make it to then end, and she grew accustom to this. However, the past few years she had begun to have a change of heart. Slowly, she began to obtain a little bit more drive to want to actually go out and do things for the Gotei 13, she wanted to train, or meditate with her Zanpakutō. She wanted strength and position, but she just lacked the drive to do so. All she would need was someone to push her...

She pushed her way out of her quarters in attempts to get a drink or...whenever she would decide to stop, no numerical value should ever be placed. As it was never a drink or two, three, four, five. She had the bad habit of letting the drinks take control after the first three, so the it was a different limit for her each time she was in.

On the way out to her usual pub she figured she would stop and grab a pack of menthol cigarettes for the night. As once that liquor touched her tongue she'd yearn for the smooth taste of minty nicotine driving down her lungs. She walked into the store and paid no mind to the man behind the counter as she walked around to see what was going on with the snacks on the shelves. "Boring..." She moaned, stretching and letting out a yawn that would make her upset for being tired so early. She slumped her way over to the counter, the man grabbed the pack of cigarettes and threw them across the counter. The pack slid right into her hand as they made contact she grasped them up and nodded with a pleasant smile on her face. "Thanks." The man replied with a smile and a nod right back at her and waved goodbye with his right hand. Off she was, once again, on her way to her usual spot that she hadn't been to for a few months or so.

She approached the pub that she had learned to love over the time, though it was full of creeps and nobody interesting. She immediately noticed the wooden barricade placed over the door and the windows. "You're fucking kidding me." As disappointed as she was, it didn't come to her as a surprise as the place had about three regulars that were slow drinkers on most nights. The bar always closed early and the barkeep always complained about how none of his customers had any friends, including the lovely little Eliah. She began to wonder on what she could do now that her favorite drinking spot was gone. She decided that she would return back to her quarters and just chain smoke until she was yelled at for stinking up the place. So, she turned back and started walking.

She was about half way back when she could hear loud screams coming from the distance, Eliah hesitated thinking about whether she should go and help or not. She shrugged and continued walking, but the more she thought about it and the more frequent the yelling and screaming was the worse she felt about her decision. "Why do I even care?" She asked her self throwing her hands in the air as she began walking toward what looked to be a bar. Which was extremely exciting, a bar fight. Maybe. Though, it didn't sound like it a couple of dumb broads came running out of the bar crashing right into Eliah. Shoving the women away Eliah gave them both a dirty look and then carried on with going inside.

She stepped inside the door to inhale the dense fog of cigarette smoke the settled at about eye level for her. Whiskeys, vodkas, and tequilas split on the floor gave the bar a grungy smell that Eliah wished came in a Frebreeze can. She smirked and then looked over to see a man moaning in pain, she chuckled a little bit as she realized how clouded her mind was by just being at a bar and feeling the atmosphere that she didn't even notice a man missing his arm. She shrugged and continued to walk toward the bar, but began walking slower as she noticed the white coat that signified that of a captain. This one was to be the eighth division's captain and was well known for his brutal ways. Eliah was somewhat hesitant to sit next to the man, yet was very much interested to see what he was like drunk. She could only guess who caused the dismemberment of the man's arm that was bleeding out behind her. She slid the chair out from under the lip of the bar and smiled at the keep. "Eh... I think I'm feeling like Johnny Red today." She stated as the barkeep was somewhat impressed yet disgusted by the fact that a woman like her was about to be drinking whiskey straight.

She looked off to her left and glanced at the Captain, unsure if he would even notice her. She didn't want to seem like a crazed fangirl, after all. Not that she was a fan of him at all, because she really had never seen the guy, just knew of him and his actions. Being able to progress to a Captains position in such little time was a remarkable feat. She sent a smug smile his way and noticed that the man had a full bottle of bourbon sitting right in front of him, it was probably the reason that the man behind them screaming agony had lost his arm. It made her think of how fun it would actually be to have that sort of strength and ability, as well as having a title that simply sent out the phrase, 'Don't fuck with me.'

The barkeep hesitantly slid the glass of Johnny Walker Red Label, neat, to her palm. She smiled at the glass that had just met her hand and brought the warm whiskey to her lips and took a sip, then brought the drink back down to the bar. The barkeep shook in fear of what would happen if he didn't tend to their needs. She licked her lips in satisfaction of her first choice and removed the sulfate wrapper from her cigarettes grabbing a match and lighting one. She inhaled deeply and then exhaled letting out a sigh as she did so and then glanced back at the man. She was a little bit hesitant to start a conversation with the man, and hopefully he'd be gentleman enough to do the honors...

Mon Dec 23, 2013 12:44 am

Artist: Hellsing ost Ruins - Song: The Japanese Alphabet Road With Chinese Bellflower's Sweet Smell - Word Count: -

Now who the fuck are you kiddo?

The bottle was slowly emptying the last few drips now falling to his mouth, Wolf however wasn't saddened by this fact though in fact all good thing have to come to an end and after drinking 5 bottles so far it was surprising even that he was still standing at all. But Wolf was never really like others the man took his alcohol like a mother fucking champion, and now as he sat at this bar his one good eye staring at this girl who managed to sit down next to him and act almost as butch he at very least was intrigued with this girl. This girl had an air about her that just creamed out that she was different and the fact that she wore the symbol of the second division upon her uniform meant she wasn't just some random without purpose she had actually strove to achieve something it seemed. And now as he looked at her his wild grin still plastered all over his face, be it from just pure blood lust still overcoming him or the fact this random was confident enough to just waltz up pull out her smokes and just puff it in his face.

Aren't you an interesting little gnat, tell me girly just how strong are the members of the 2nd division? cause if its as weak as you seem and i don't doubt it after meeting your dumb ass lackey of a captain, you may die far to early for me even to take notice of a brat like you.

The man seemed almost evil as he leaned forward his one good eye almost illuminated within this fog the cigarettes had stirred up. The man was by all means a demonic presence, the killer intent in him constantly flowing out enough to engulf all within and leave them reeling for air. But as he leaned in all he would do to this girl would be rustle her hair a bit as he signaled the bar keep for another bottle, This red haired devil slouched back his sharp canines showing as he couldn't help let out a small chuckle in a situation like this. Usually by now wolf may have removed the spleen of someone just to see what it looked like but right now, though he was hiding it quite well ..... he was hammered. The man was groggily swaying a bit as he waited for his next bottle to arrive, his smoke reaching the end leaving him trying to feel around for his smokes. And as he pulled out his packet it dawned on him a horrible realization .... he was out. so without any hesitation reached in grabbing the packet the girl concealed in her bra and after lighting a single one threw the rest in the trash

menthol is terrible anyway you'll thank me later kiddo

Wed Dec 25, 2013 9:58 pm

The wails for help began to simmer down as the man began to lose the last ounces of blood left within his system. The people helping him had made attempts to treat the wound by applying pressure with the shirts on their backs, but it would all be for none in the end. A loud thud filled the room with a mixture of gasps as the man proceeded from the seated position on his ankles to falling straight forward to the blood-drenched ground causing blood to splash up onto the small of Eliah's back as well as the 8th division's captain. Which probably wouldn't result in anything near pleasant.

It seemed as though pestering attempts of glancing over at the captain without actually saying anything proved successful in capturing his attention as he asked her who the fuck she was, she let out an awkward smile before saying, "Well...um...I go by Eli, but my name is..." A bit timid to end up like the man behind her and any of his other clients, Eliah hesitated before telling him her full name, squad, and rank. Not that it would be the deciding factor on her fate with this man, she just didn't want him to reply with something such as, "That's a fucking dumb name." Then proceed to behead her. But she knew that if she hadn't said anything the chances of very same thing could happen with a greater chance. She felt as though she would have to think with caution as if the man was Aladeen from the movie "The Dictator", anything she said or did could result in the end of her long and worthless life. "Eliah Tsundora, Unseated member of the Second Squad." She spat a little as she began to say second, which resulted in her face turning from the grey pale that it was to a bright red as she whipped her hand over her mouth. Her eyes grew big as the last two words she spoke were muffled by her hand. FUCKKKKKKK She thought to herself and just tried to play it off, since she wasn't too sure as to where the spit even landed.

The man went on to ask her if the members in her squad were strong, which had brought her to deep thoughts on the matter. She sped through all of the familiar faces she had known within the squad and couldn't really think of any of them as being technically "strong", agile maybe and great strategists, but definitely not strong. She simply shook her head no as she took another deep drag from her cigarette and brought the glass up to her lips once more taking a large gulp polishing off the amount that was left. As she put the glass down the man brought his hand through her hair and let out a chuckle before he snagged the cigarettes that were hidden in her top, taking one out and throwing the rest of the pack away. Saying that she'd thank him later. Pft, as if. If it wasn't for him being of a captain rank and having the physical ability to rip her in two without lifting a single finger she'd attempt to cut him down, but she knew that wasn't about to happen.

"What the hell!?" She shouted in response, whipping her arms out wide as all the glass that were in a two foot radius of her body slid across the bar or were knocked over to their side. She wasn't exactly pleased by his antics as her whole plan for the night was to get a few drinks in and chain smoke until she didn't feel like a complete loser for being so weak. "Why the hell would just take my smokes and throw them away? I know you're not some punk or anything, but shit! Show a woman some respect you fucking asshole!" As she finished her words she snapped the cigarette from the man, prior to realizing that she had just cussed out one of the most powerful Shinigami within the Gotei 13. "Ughhh! I wish I was stronger so I could beat the shit out of you!" She shouted clinching her fist in front of her face as she rose up out of her chair with the cigarette hanging from her mouth.

Thu Dec 26, 2013 1:53 am

Artist: Hellsing ost Ruins - Song: The Japanese Alphabet Road With Chinese Bellflower's Sweet Smell - Word Count: -

Well that's a stupid fucking name, what kind of dumb ass would name there kid something they had to make a fucking nickname for?

The mans words seemed so harsh that all he said before may need not even matter, Wolf after finally taking note of this girls name had seemingly just lost all respect. After all to a man who strives for others to bare their fangs against him and stop being weak little shits, a girl who was so hesitant to even speak to the man clad in black with his good old white captains haori wasn't worth half of his respect. He swayed a little watching this girl seemingly contemplate everything that came forth even noticing a slight grimace in her face just before she had told him of her name and squad. By this point though all wolf in his out right drunken state could notice was the simple cold and wet fluid that fell to the ground as she spoke of the 2nd division. This wasn't an odd occurrence though Wolf knew of the man known as Nis the "captain" of 2nd squad, a man who rarely joined the action when he was needed and seemed to spend most of the time looking after the crazed 12th captain who had seemingly been pushed towards placement as head commander. It was needless to say that squad 2's ideals were set in a way of sneaking hiding in the shadows and all that making it so that they weren't people who'd be what one would call strong ..... hence why wolf was less than surprised at Elliahs answer to his question.

Wolfs mind began to wander the ideals of the gotei was to protect and if people were simply waiting around without any strength to them how was it that they could try and defend this place? It was all rummaging through his head everything that had been done so far was worth naught in times like this, a war had struck and no-one had stepped up besides Wolf and Tsubasa, these 2 men led the pact for shinigami placing the ideals that they wouldn't be left out and forgotten sure afterwards others joined the Frey, the 11th captain, the old man with the shit hat, even small time fighters. But Wolf learnt something that day, after all the killing and chaos he brought he stopped fighting back and was pushed away before he did anything of note ..... did he run like a coward? no he just gave up, what use was it fighting for these people when no-one would even remember their names ..... the gotei was becoming a mockery in Wolfs eyes.

His thoughts were destroying him tonight and in his drunken mood he knew he should be more uplifting and that my friends is the point he moved without any hesitation taking the smokes from this young girl, little was it known that the woman had a bit of a spark in her after all. Her words rang out with piercing volumes she spoke down to wolf snatching back her smoke the utter hate in her voice. This defiance as she cussed rising up made wolf tilt his head a bit all his emotions hidden behind his long red hair the darkness concealing everything. That is right up to the point until she seemed to hesitate speaking of her weakness.

It was at this point that wolf quickly swept out of his seat his speed should have been quite enough to outmatch this girl making it so she had little time to react to him. His right hand looked to break through her hands all his might swinging behind it to reinforce his shot forth and break through the 2 hands clenched in front of this girls face. His hand was aiming to grasp around he neck and choke her a little before he'd slam her into the wall behind them. Though wolf knew of the squirmyness of these fucking ninja shits and made sure not to let her go very far. With a simple rise of his left hand his dark matter that was spread into the ground via his feet shot upwards stabbing through the roof of the building making a line of bars both sides of the girl, on touch these bars would rip through skin and maybe even bone as though it were sharpened steel. Wolf however wasn't going to do his normal task of grinding her face against these bars ... he just wanted to show what power was.

With a look into the mans face the hair drifting back now one would see his eyes placed intently on this girl and across his face, you guessed it a bit of short smile shining through just a blatant frown. The man seemed to stare at this girl for a while before speaking his idea to simply show her what it was like to have fear. After all when you take the smoke of man who literally walked the plains of death and was brought back to this world with a second chance but now was "infected" and bound to die again its only reasonable to say he would be a little annoyed.

Do you know the difference between yourself and I? its nothing so simple as strength or shit, It's the fact I'm willing to kill and die and i do not give a single fuck what i say regardless of who i say it to. You just told me off as if you were worth something but then you doubt your strength? How does a useless shit like you expect to get stronger with an attitude like that? you said squad 2 doesn't have power but the fact is if your willing to stand up to me you have more fucking power than eighty percent of people I've met.

With a bit of a sound of dissatisfaction the man let his grip loose dropping the girl before he began stumbling backwards his dark matter dropping and receding back into his person, the point which he walked to was simple, the bin he'd thrown the girls smokes into. And with a bit of digging Wolf pulled them out taking one and lighting it up before sitting back down at the bar taking his grog and continuing to drink away his thoughts. With a bit of a look over his shoulder though he would stare at this girl a deep look of all round viciousness he proceeded to throw the girl her smokes before raising his voice again to the girl a bit of new found respect for her being found underneath all of his demon like attitude.

Are you coming to sit back down and have a drink with me or are ya gonna run away like some shit head? And for gods sake say what ya wanna say maybe then you can tell me why your parents gave ya such a dumb name .... Eli.

Sun Dec 29, 2013 8:40 pm

Eliah's blood began to boil as she stood in front of the man and witnessed him cock his head slightly to the side, intrigued by her sudden outburst of tenacity. She knew that there would be repercussions to her decisions but wasn't exactly sure how extreme they would be. Most people just shoved her to the side not paying her any mind, but it seemed as though this man actually had an interest in morphing this from a little bitch to a plain out bitch.

Eliah often stood up for herself when people would treat her as though she was a piece of meat, despise the way she dressed. However, these people were usually measly grunts or bystanders that had no real power or ability so it made it easy for her to lash out on them without any form of punishment. This time was different, though. She actually rose up to a man that was so far ahead of her in power that it made her hesitant to even tell him her name. Although, she really had no idea where the outburst came from, as though something had been eating at her from the inside. Which was very true, her lazy ways had been doing this for over a hundred years now as she sat idle within the underbelly of the squad 2's control. Making little to no effort in any progression. It had took her over a hundred years to realize that if she didn't make something of herself in this god-forsaken place she'd continue to just loiter within the ranks of the Gotei 13. Her whole reason for joining the ranks was so that she could be stronger so that she wouldn't be taken advantage of again, like she was so many years ago within Rukongai on several occasions. She wanted to be stronger when she first joined, but once everything was said and done and she was placed as an unseated officer she simply lost interest. She witnessed time after time the Captain of not only her squad, but all squads alike sit and watch as travesty after travesty happened within the other realms. It was only till something happened within their own home that they would step up and make things happen. Which was something she wasn't willing to stand for, and thought couldn't be changed.

The captain easily slipped through her hands with his own grabbing her by the throat before she could even take another drag from the cigarette. As he did, however, her lips pressed tight making sure she wouldn't lose grip of that thing again. As he began to slam her back against the wall she broke the seal of her lips slightly letting out a minuet amount of smoke and air from her lungs so that the wind wouldn't be taken from her. The thud of her back to the wall resounded throughout the bar causing many heads to turn as the black bars rose from the ground, leaving her nowhere to go. She turned her head vigorously in effort to make the grip not so constricting, but it was all for nothing. Her eyes were filled with anger as the man tried to install fear into her. His attempts would be all for none with that as the thoughts and memories of her past experiences with overpowering men came flashing through her mind. She took a drag from her cigarette and simply blew it out of the side of her mouth. The man's gaze continued as he began to speak to her giving her a little bit of insight. As he spoke to her her anger began to lift, as she realized this tight grip wouldn't be leading to what her past endeavors had.

Once he finished talking the man let his grip soften as the bars lowered back down, Eliah having no clue what they did and had no interest of wanting to learn tonight. For the amount of alcohol the man had consumed it seemed as though given the right moment he would function correctly, but after that not so much. As he stumbled backward regaining the pack of cigarettes from the garbage and light up yet another. Eliah looked down at her own, resulting in her nose raising up a little as she looked to see the granny ash hanging from the cigarette. She ripped it from her mouth and flicked toward the ground as the small amount of smoldering tar and nicotine sparked with contact of the floor. As she did so the pack of cigarettes that was once hers smacked her chest, bouncing in front of her as she flailed to receive them. She was able to get her hands around them before they went below her waste in altitude.

She grabbed another cigarette from the pack, her hands slightly shaking from the adrenaline pumping within her veins. It had been a while since the last time she had felt this way, so she was just all around a little shaky. Which was something she was going to have to get used to if she continued hanging around this guy. Which was well in her plans as she had just gained not only a respect for his power, but a respect for his overall resolve. As she pulled the cigarette up to her lips and pressed down on it, she began to search for the match book that was pressed up against her attire and left breast. As she did so the man spoke again wondering if she was going to be a little bitch and run away or take a seat and say what was on her mind. As he finished she readjusted her sights back to her hand digging in her top as she came upon the book of matches. She ripped one off and lit the cigarette taking and drag while simultaneously answering him with a smug, but bitter smirk and hum of approval.

She made her way back to her seat at the bar and placed the cigarette in her left hand between her index and middle finger, and grabbed her beverage from the bar. As she did so she was pleased as the warm liquid made it's way down to her throat(lul), things like what had just happened were the reason she had always made sure her drinks were neat. She wouldn't want to come back after an altercation to have her drink all watered down. She looked over to the man, "Well then, that was fun...and much needed." She knew that would be all she had to say to him instead of saying thank you or anything of that. She was able to read the man and tell that much. He didn't do anything for thank yous, it seemed, which Eliah respected. "As for why my parents gave me this ridiculous name, I have no fucking idea." She stated chuckling slightly at the stupidity that was her name.

She sat there not saying a word, for a few seconds not knowing what exactly to say to the man. There were so many things that ran through her mind at the moment as though she had just had an epiphany that she wasn't going to get any better by just sitting around in the second squad. However, she wasn't the type of person to just be able to go out and do it on her own. She began to realize that she'd need someone to help guide her along the way, or at least to her Zanpakutō's name. From there she'd be able to find things out, or so she thought. She had finally came to a decision as to what she wanted to say, "So how the fuck do I get out of this second division? I want to be stronger, but I've been sitting around for so damn long I'm not sure on how to go about that. I've had some encounters in the past years, but nothing that's ever challenged my abilities. Always meager tasks handed down from seated officer to seated officer until it gets to me, the lowest of the low. But you know what?" She began gabbering, but didn't really care she was just doing what the man asked of her. "I'm fucking tired of that shit. Even as lazy as I am, if I was given an order I would do it. As I do every time, sure it may be because I just want to get the fuck out of those barracks, but at least I fucking do it. And I may do it half-assed some times, but if they wanted it done right they should have done it themselves!" Her voiced echoed within the bar, people once again turning their attention to her. "I only do it half-assed out of spite anyway, but shit. I know if... fuck WHEN I get a better position within these ranks everything that gets passed down to me will be done, and done correctly. Oh a war? Yeah, I'll handle that." She spoke with confidence pushing her chest out to be macho, which probably would only draw the attention of the male personnel within the establishment.

It was rather odd, the drinks hadn't even had their effect on her just yet, but she sure was talking as though she had just finished a bottle. Not slurring, but just rambling. She stopped to take another drag of her cigarette and slammed down the rest of her drink, knocking the empty glass on the bar in demands for another. She slumped her head onto the palm of her right hand and looked over to the Captain to the left waiting for his responses...

Tue Jan 07, 2014 1:44 am

Artist: Hellsing ost Ruins - Song: The Japanese Alphabet Road With Chinese Bellflower's Sweet Smell - Word Count: 1036

The words she spoke trailed off into the darkness all wolf could see was the cold liquor the bottle fogged over and the brown liquid stirring at the bottom, the bottle was near empty, the light almost gone no longer having a surface to cling to nor something to reflect the light. All that would truly remain was darkness the dwelling black but under the hopes of the future even it too would fade and fall watching the new generation rise.

Come fall with me

Eli had taken to this little chat quite well it seemed, as wolf turned his attention back to her she had moved forward taking her seat and managing to throw back the drink she had taken. It wasn't long before she began to speak, Wolf at this point however was so wrapped up in his thoughts that the only thing that seemed to concern him as she spoke was his drink. He lifted the bottle up sculling down any remaining fluid in the glass container, the smooth taste of straight alcohol leaving a resonating heat in his throat. The taste of tobacco and the sweet embrace of grog was something that seemed to settle wolf and right now he had the pleasure of both of his vices not to mention some company who he managed to bear, even giving a bit of a nod after her little "thank you" type of thing. Truth was deep down Wolf liked this girly she managed to gain some courage and even while he stood choking her still puff some smoke in his face, she was a bitch but he loved it, the attitude blended well with him. And as she countered his question with the harsh attitude he couldn't help but let out a small sound of approval.

As they sat in silence for the next few moments wolfs hand raised slightly indicating to the bar keep for another of his bottle, and almost as soon as he did so the man rushed forward quickly rummaging to meet the demands wolf had. But before the man could get it to wolf Eli began her little rant, she went on speaking of her position in the gotei and the way she was disregarded by her comrades left at the bottom of the barrel getting only the scraps. It was odd for wolf to hear the concerns of others usually he just cut throats of people who were gabbing but with Eli he seemed to like it, the girl held nothing back going on to speak of how she was ready to d anything and was someone others could rely on. It was at this moment wolf managed to turn his head a bit no longer just listening but also watching this girl who shoved herself forth with such confidence. But as he turned his head back cracking the top of his new bottle and downing a little swig he let his words come forth.

So you'd do whatever your told like a lap dog? if they sent you to die you would just obey any given command and fall under the foot of your superiors? no i don't see you like that, your someone who wants to step forth and show what she wants and take it, not sit and die like the rest at someone else's whim. the reason i think you do it half assed is because they throw a bone at you like your a mutt when really you want to be that person who get what she wants not what everybody else doesn't feel like doing.

With that he turned his head away from her a slight chuckle coming about as he took another drink before cracking his neck. This time of the night always seemed to bring out the sentimentality of wolf, but then the last time he had seen a night like this he was awaiting death. With a bit of a rise he walked forth towards the door of the building, the pools of blood on the ground from his show now stained into the wooden floorboards a dab of the crimson liquid sticking to his shoe. The bar was much more silent now the patrons all avoiding any eye contact with the monster before them and the giant now gone, rushed to the medical unit ... or the cemetery, wolf didn't really worry about it either way. With a look back the man would give a small gesture for the girl to join him on his little walk, after all she was becoming quite a conversationalist and needless to say Wolf was starting to like her general attitude.

I cant promise you the world, i won't promise you something so stupid as being able to rid the world of evil or some dumb ass shit like that. What i will promise you is that if you can take it, i will help you gain power. A brat like you might even fit in with the assholes of squad eight, what do you think would you Eli whatever the fuck your last name is wish to join the ranks of Predators, or will you strive as the prey and remain with those of the second squad, the choice is yours girly.

Fri Jan 10, 2014 3:17 am

"So you'd do whatever your told like a lap dog? if they sent you to die you would just obey any given command and fall under the foot of your superiors? no i don't see you like that, your someone who wants to step forth and show what she wants and take it, not sit and die like the rest at someone else's whim. the reason i think you do it half assed is because they throw a bone at you like your a mutt when really you want to be that person who get what she wants not what everybody else doesn't feel like doing."

At first, the words stung as Wolf began to speak to Eliah, she had never though of being considered a lap dog obeying every order that ended up coming down to her path. However, it was true, she was the runt of liter for the entirety of her time in squad two and she just let it happen. She was pushed aside always getting the nipple that seemed to have the worst flow, to keep to Wolf's metaphor. She didn't have the ability to do what the others did, and she was aware. However, it never encouraged her to go further. She had always viewed all of the orders given to her as what they were, it was as though she was exactly in a position to give them to someone else. Though she knew her personality and good looks would be all she needed to get anyone to do something for her, but that wasn't her. She didn't use her good looks as a reason to burden others with her dirty work, even if that was what they had done to her. No, she'd handle it herself as that was the way she had always done and she had never thought to make any changes.

It was time for a change, time for a new era in Eliah's life. She had no idea that this was what the after life would be like when she died, she had been given a chance to provide the same that she did to others. Whether they were like her or not, and not only that but represent an entire race in doing so. She had put both of those names to shame, the Gotei 13 and Shinigami race. Though, they were her intentions she had missed the whole purpose of why there even was an after life, to protect. To protect those that had fallen into the same foot steps that her and many others of the human race fell into minute after minute. She had come to realize that it wasn't about her time on Earth that made her who she was, but it would be about her time after Earth that would define her as an individual. It was time to put her Zanpakutō to good use, and it wouldn't begin by staying here in this bar, no. She'd have to make moves in order for that to happen. She'd have to push forward and find the real truth behind her power and seek wisdom through her power. Not just this, but teach those that are below her to do the same. For the sake of Soul Society, Earth, and even Hueco Mundo.

All of these words passed through her mind as she stood at the glass in front of her, full of the warm liquid that she yearned for day in and day out. She'd have to set a goal, but where would she set the bar? How would she go about doing it? She was never taught these things. Sure, she knew of the techniques to enter her spirit's world and communicate with her, but what exactly did she have to do in order to prove that she was worthy. Would her decisions to change her lifestyle help in the decision or would it make her worse? Was her Zanpakutō even willing to go through the trials of becoming a full fledged Shinigami with her. She had to be, she had chosen her, but what if she had remorse about her decision to align herself with Eliah? So many questions, but yet no answers seemed to find their way to Eliah as she traced back her years as a Shinigami all the way to the academy. It wasn't time that was going to answer all of these questions however, it would be effort and determination. Luck played no part in this game, unfortunately getting stronger would take effort. A word that wasn't exactly imbued into her persona. As she had stated before and Wolf reiterated, she did things half assed. However, Wolf's see on the matter seem to make more sense than what she had always thought it was. She had always seen it as her own habitual laziness that was cast on her like a sexually transmitted disease, never leaving her. No, that wasn't it, this whole time she hadn't even known her own reasoning for things. She was so blind to see that the reason wasn't her, or maybe it was at first, but as she grew used to what she was doing it was those that passed down their sloppy seconds to her. They knew that she'd get it done, whether it be half-assed or not. They placed her into these habitual patterns. No longer.

Her trail of thought was broken as the barkeep stepped in front of her heading to take her glass from in front of her. Immediately she grabbed the guys wrist with both hands. "You gonna pay for that?" She asked as she looked at the last amount swirl from the sudden force put to the bar. The man's eyes grew wide with fear, which was similar to the way he looked when Wolf would order him around. She began to grow impatient for the flabbergasted barkeeps answer, "Well? Are ya?" It sounded almost if she was joking around, but her face fumed with anger and betrayal that a bartender would take a drink from someone when there was still clearly a good amount left in the cup. The barkeep continued to quiver in fear, Eliah snapped at his wrist bringing it to her stomach as a screech of friction resounded from the chair and floor. She leaned over the bar, as did the barkeep unwillingly her mouth stayed close to his ear and his bicep was right under her breast. His face began to turn red as beads of sweat began to run down his face. "You'll be my first victim, if you ever touch my drink again." She released his grip obtaining her seat with her ass as he pulled away still in fear. He held his wrist to his chest with his other hand and walked away from her sights. In doing so she noticed the seat next to her was empty and the captain had begun to walk away from the bar. and toward the door. She quickly grabbed the closest bottle of a dark substance from the bar and winked at the barkeep, she looked back at Wolf to see him gesturing her to join him as he left the scene.

She stopped to think if what he was saying was actually something that she'd consider even doing, causing her to laugh at her own stupid thoughts. Of course, why would she want to hang around with those pussies anymore. She knew strength was with Wolf and not with Nis. It was time for her to pursue the prey instead of being the higher-ups daily meal(That made me lol). She'd for sure make a name for herself this time. She smirked and decided to follow through the blood-drenched floor. Everyone watched as they saw the girl walk out with the same man that had just murdered the owner of the quarts of blood that soaked the ground. "Right behind you, Captain!" Though she was uncertain of what she was even to do in order to join the squad and how she would go about telling her previous captain about the swap. The hell with it! They don't need to know her business anyway...

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